Drug Trafficking
It was a rather cold night. It was so quiet that you could even hear a pin drop. The streets in my neighbourhood seemed to be cast aside. My family had already gone to sleep on their cosy beds except for my older brother who was working in the night shift as a security guard. He worked to help supplement the family’s monthly income. I was getting ready for bed as it was already one o’ clock in the morning. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang on the house main door.
“Brother Daniel’s back,” I thought.
I paused to think for a little while. Thinking that it was impossible for my brother to come back home early, I suspected that there was something fishy going on.
I quickly rushed to see who was at the door. It was indeed my brother. Beads of perspiration streamed down his pale and sallow face. He was shocked to see me. His immense round eyes were wide opened with horror and his lips trembled with fear. Then I finally knew what he was doing. Ahead of him, there was a box full of illegal drugs. My jaws dropped. I shouted for my parents.
They made their way to the living room. This time, with their eyes wide opened. My dad immediately grabbed his cell phone and called the police while my mother tried to ask him the reasons for his actions. I stood rooted to the ground. Guilt swallowed my brother as tears streamed down his pale and sallow face.
After a few moments, a few narcotics officers arrived while I was yawning away. Panic-stricken, I thought that my brother would be arrested. My parents, however, had positive thoughts. After the investigation, it was confirmed that my own brother was a drug-trafficker. Brother Daniel was sent to the police station for further investigations. My parents and I had tears flowing down our cheeks. I could feel my heart contracting painfully. Although my brother was upset and worn out, he remained calm and didn’t shed a tear. This incident had gravely shaken my whole family and me.
Brother Daniel was found guilty of drug trafficking in the end. However, he was thankful that he was not sentenced to death. He promised to turn over a new leaf. It was indeed an unforgettable incident and this experience had taught me a valuable lesson – drug trafficking is not a solution to increase your family’s low income.
Written by: Nadhirah Abdul Rashid